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In Portugal, it still is Women´s Day.

In the afternoon, I went out for my daily walk. In normal times, because I move more, the walk it´s not so crucial. Now, with the confinement, I couldn´t live without it.

When I was about to leave, I noticed the mail box; someone had put there a flower, together with some words remembering the day.

I took the flower with me, and showed it proudly to all of the neighbours I passed by. No one was surprised. In every mail box, a flower had been placed. I had seen it, but even though, this flower was different. It was a delicate, cosy little being that had been given to me!

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